So, it's been a pretty crappy month all round. Sean lost his Grandmother. My Grandad was in a bad car accident. Everybody's sick. Everybody's broke. Everybody's stressed out and bad shit keeps on happening.
There has to be an end to it, but I'm not seeing the light just yet.
There are things to be thankful for though. Everyone has family nearby to support, console and otherwise prop each other up. We have little people (granted, ours have fur) who look up to us and think we're awesome no matter what. We're also fortunate enough to be able to email, blog and game with family & friends far away which I think reduces suck levels quite a bit.
As my sister-in-law has mentioned in her blog, this Christmas is going to be a lean one. We're really looking forward to it though because Sean & I are hosting Christmas at our place for my family, then we're going to fly to New Brunswick to be with Sean's family. It's been a year and a half since we've seen them, and we can't wait to be back! Finally something to look forward to.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Swine Flu & Mutant Killer Bees
I dreamt some messed up dreams last night. The strangest, and oddly also the most plausible was about mutant killer bees.
Well, actually they weren't exactly mutant, they turned out to be giant cockroach sized killer bee ancestors, which had been preserved underground in stasis for thousands of years. Construction disturbed thier resting place and woke them up.
As if this wasn't already weird enough, I haven't even got to the cool part yet. One solitary bee awoke, and went in search of prey. Apparently, ancient mutant killer bees don't just bite you, they burrough in to you and lay eggs that that push their way out of their victim's skin (looking like some kind of plague in the process) ultimately killing the unfortunate sop.
Now that you have the basic idea, I can say that the dream was spent running from, hiding from, and trying to find something that would kill off the not so little buggers. And there were guns. Big ones. I'm pretty sure we used them to shoot the bees, and not the other way around, but things are a little fuzzy. Kinda fun actually, and it would make an awesome movie or video game.
But why did I have such an outrageous dream? I blame it on the Swine Flu mania going around. There's no getting away from it. People, it's the flu for christsakes. Wash your hands and eat some soup.
Well, actually they weren't exactly mutant, they turned out to be giant cockroach sized killer bee ancestors, which had been preserved underground in stasis for thousands of years. Construction disturbed thier resting place and woke them up.
As if this wasn't already weird enough, I haven't even got to the cool part yet. One solitary bee awoke, and went in search of prey. Apparently, ancient mutant killer bees don't just bite you, they burrough in to you and lay eggs that that push their way out of their victim's skin (looking like some kind of plague in the process) ultimately killing the unfortunate sop.
Now that you have the basic idea, I can say that the dream was spent running from, hiding from, and trying to find something that would kill off the not so little buggers. And there were guns. Big ones. I'm pretty sure we used them to shoot the bees, and not the other way around, but things are a little fuzzy. Kinda fun actually, and it would make an awesome movie or video game.
But why did I have such an outrageous dream? I blame it on the Swine Flu mania going around. There's no getting away from it. People, it's the flu for christsakes. Wash your hands and eat some soup.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Lost in Translation
Yesterday, at long last, we decided to purchase a replacement door for the spare bedroom. The old one had an unfortunate altercation with a jig-saw, and we need a door to hide all our messy crap from company.
I called around and found a place nearby who said they could sell us a primed slab door, and cut the doornob hole & hindge spots for us while we waited. The only hitch was we'd need to bring along the old door as a template.
We decided that since the shop was just a couple blocks away, it should be ok to drive over there with a door hanging out the trunk of our little car. However, when we got to the address, there was just an empty lot. The plot thickens. I guess the yellow pages had it wrong, because the shop was actually located about 20 minutes away. We resecured the door, and were on our way.
20 minutes and too many bumps & potholes later, we arrived at the door place to find the door open, but nobody in sight. After 5 minutes or so of milling about and making noise, a middle aged Sikh gentleman appeared and greeted us.
I said hello and told him that I'd called earlier regarding a slab door. He didn't reply, actually he didn't even look at me. It was an awkward moment. I was thinking that maybe he didn't speak english, and was about to rephrase when Sean asked if they had any interior doors. The man said 'yes, of course sir, we have many doors to choose from..." and went on about the types of doors available. I asked if he had any primed doors, and explained we didn't want a pre-hung door, just a slab door, since we already had the frame and fixtures from the old door. Again, no response from the man, he didn't even look in my direction to indicate he'd heard me.
I was getting a little confused at this point. Sean reiterated what I said, and the man answered all his questions as if this was the first time he'd heard them. I was starting to get the idea. I told him we'd brought the old door with us, and we would like something similar, and asked if we should bring it in. Silence. I looked at Sean, and he asked if we should bring the door in, to which the man replied that he would go out and take a look at it.
After all was said and done I tried one last time and asked if we could have the door cut while we waited. No response. I said "Sean, can you ask if we can have the door cut while we wait?". And Sean asked "Can we have the door cut while we wait?", and the man replied "Yes, of course Sir, just drive around the back, and we'll stop the project we're working on, and make your door right away. Then, you can come back when you need another door and tell all your friends about us."
Fat fucking chance Vancouver Doors Ltd.
I called around and found a place nearby who said they could sell us a primed slab door, and cut the doornob hole & hindge spots for us while we waited. The only hitch was we'd need to bring along the old door as a template.
We decided that since the shop was just a couple blocks away, it should be ok to drive over there with a door hanging out the trunk of our little car. However, when we got to the address, there was just an empty lot. The plot thickens. I guess the yellow pages had it wrong, because the shop was actually located about 20 minutes away. We resecured the door, and were on our way.
20 minutes and too many bumps & potholes later, we arrived at the door place to find the door open, but nobody in sight. After 5 minutes or so of milling about and making noise, a middle aged Sikh gentleman appeared and greeted us.
I said hello and told him that I'd called earlier regarding a slab door. He didn't reply, actually he didn't even look at me. It was an awkward moment. I was thinking that maybe he didn't speak english, and was about to rephrase when Sean asked if they had any interior doors. The man said 'yes, of course sir, we have many doors to choose from..." and went on about the types of doors available. I asked if he had any primed doors, and explained we didn't want a pre-hung door, just a slab door, since we already had the frame and fixtures from the old door. Again, no response from the man, he didn't even look in my direction to indicate he'd heard me.
I was getting a little confused at this point. Sean reiterated what I said, and the man answered all his questions as if this was the first time he'd heard them. I was starting to get the idea. I told him we'd brought the old door with us, and we would like something similar, and asked if we should bring it in. Silence. I looked at Sean, and he asked if we should bring the door in, to which the man replied that he would go out and take a look at it.
After all was said and done I tried one last time and asked if we could have the door cut while we waited. No response. I said "Sean, can you ask if we can have the door cut while we wait?". And Sean asked "Can we have the door cut while we wait?", and the man replied "Yes, of course Sir, just drive around the back, and we'll stop the project we're working on, and make your door right away. Then, you can come back when you need another door and tell all your friends about us."
Fat fucking chance Vancouver Doors Ltd.
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